Authors notes: OK peeps. This fic is based on a dark fic written by the wonderful Axel Terizaki. I loved that fic. It was called A Tale That Wasn't Right. In it Asuka is affected differently by the fifteenth angel. She is infected by it and it starts to change her into an angel. Asuka is eventually re-classified as the 16th angel.
Sucks shit don't it? Anyway, of course Shinji refuses to destroy Asuka when she leaves NERV in Unit02. When her Evas activation time runs out he pulls her into his entry plug and he walks off into a nearby forest with her.
They hide from NERV and that night make love in the woods. The next morning Asuka is gone and Shinji finds her standing on the edge of a cliff. A brief conversation ensues. At the end of which Asuka throws herself from the cliff, wanting to die while she is still somewhat of a human being.
Misato barely restrains a heartbroken Shinji from following his love over the cliff. Get your box of tissues ready. I don't mean to brag but I have found that I am VERY good at writing the emotions that just make you want to break down and cry at the hopelessness of the situation. I will continue this epic story where Axel left off. At the same time I will do my best to keep up with the spirit of Axel Terizaki.
Ladies and gentlemen.... I give you...
A Tale That Wasn't Right.
The Funeral.
Shinji Ikari looked out over the cemetery. It was a bright sunny day in Tokyo-3. He could feel the sun beating down on his head and shoulders. Birds could be heard chirping in the trees, a dog was heard barking somewhere in the distance and the laughter of children rang out from a nearby park.
He was disgusted by it. How could the world keep going on like this when his precious love, his Asuka, was dead. The funeral had been over for several hours, and Shinji had not moved from his spot in front of Asukas grave.
Even during the service he had not sat with the rest of the mourners. He had stood right there, and anyone who tried to ask him to move found themselves the target of a furious glare the likes of which even Asuka had never achieved.
He did not even notice the service itself. He was too preoccupied with his last memory of her. In his minds eye he could see her standing on those cliffs, the ocean behind her, her long red hair blowing in the slight breeze. He could smell the salt from the ocean, the scents of the forest behind him and the slight scent of her as it drifted towards him on the wind.
He could hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, a gull in the sky and her last words before she flung herself backward off of the cliff. "I'm sorry Shinji but I have to do it. I don't want you to have to kill me, and... most of all, I want to die while I'm still a human being... farewell, 'Shin-chan'... I loved you too..."
His father, of course, had not been at the service. Shinji's thoughts began to wander and he remembered that moment three days ago when he and Misato had returned from the cliffs upon which his love had left him.
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"Good work Shinji." Gendo said as his son entered the command deck. "The enemy is dead. I see you have finally, 'urk'!" The rest of the commanders sentence was cut short as Shinji rushed him and slammed his elbow into the mans throat.
He pinned the man to the wall and glared at him in anger. Gendos glasses had fallen off of his face in the brief flurry of motion and Shinji found himself staring at a face that was almost a mirror of his own.
Same blue eyes, high cheekbones, strong squared off chin. But the resemblance stopped there. When Shinji spoke his voice came out as a hissing whisper that sent shivers down the spine of all who heard it.
"I did not kill her, and she was NOT our enemy." he hissed. "She sacrificed herself for me and because she chose to die on her own terms! If I EVER hear you refer to her in any way other than one of respect I will personally take great pleasure in killing you." Suddenly Shinji brought one fist back and smashed it into that hated face.
The commander was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow, and as he fell his head struck a corner of one of the instrument panels. Then he fell the rest of the wat to the floor, and there he remained, unconscious. Shinji walked over to one of the technicians.
"How quickly can we have a dive crew at the cliffs?" he asked
"Ahh, fifteen minutes or so."
"Good, do it. I want her body found." He turned to Misato. "Any objections?"
"No. I quite agree with you." she said. She looked at him for a moment taking in his wild appearance. Tired, lifeless eyes. Torn, and dirty plugsuit. Finally her gaze came to rest on his haggard and drawn face. "Shinji why don't you go home? I'll take care of all the necessary arrangements."
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Shinji came back to reality to find that the sun was setting behind him. The warm glow suffused the black marker before him with its radiance. He once again read the inscription that Misato had had placed on it.
Asuka Langley Sohryu
2001-2015
She gave her life for the sake of humanity.
She gave her love to the man that owned her heart.
We will miss you always, our dear Asuka.
May you find the piece in death, that we could not give you in life.
Slowly Shinji sank to his knees, finally allowing himself to cry for the first time since that day on the cliffs. He fell onto his face on the cool grass next to her grave and curled up into the fetal position. The birds had fallen silent, listening to his wails.
He cried out his pain, and torment to the uncaring sky above. His cries were felt by all who heard them. They reached deep into the human soul where they touched upon that center of empathy and understanding. Then they wrenched at it leaving all who heard with a sense of longing, and loss, the likes of which they would never be able to comprehend.
His pain was not a pain of the body, or a pain of the heart. This pain, his pain, was a pain of the soul. His one true love was ripped from his grasp. She died before she could become that which she had gone through so much to fight.
Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. Eventually his screams ceased but he spent several minutes sobbing on the ground. Finally, after several minutes, he dragged his weakened body towards her marker and pressed his lip against it in one final parting kiss for his beloved.
In the midst of his pain, one thought echoed in his mind. She didn't seem scared. When she threw herself from the cliffs she seemed almost... at peace... with her decision.
Then he rose to his feet and began the long walk home. Home, to Misato and Pen-Pen. But it was not REALLY home without... Asuka.
End
All right, hope it was sufficiently sad enough for all of you. I'm sorry about that last part when he kissed Asukas tombstone, I was crying a little myself. Anyway, I had to start this off with a bang. I felt that getting a heart wrenching last moment in there would be just the thing to gain Axel's approval. (Psst, hey. Do you think it worked?)
I know, I didn't exactly keep with the spirit of Axel, which is to say that their were no instances of insane rambling on the part of the author in that entire fic. However due to the serious nature of the fic I thought it would be best if I kept to a more serious tone.
OK right now I do NOT know what I will do for the next part but I will tell you this, I will go into how Shinji is trying to live without Asuka. I think I may actually take this fic all the way up to Third Impact. Maybe after he aborts it Shinji awakes on the beach to find himself reunited with Asuka. That might be a good idea.
Then again I might leave this as a stand alone fic. It all depends on your reviews. Let me know. Do you want me to leave it as it is? Or should I try my hand at it again? Hoping against hope that this brief flurry of emotional force that went into the making of this fic will still be with me for the second chapter.
Please review. I need the feed back. And for every review that I get it will only help me get better at writing. So the next dark fic I write will be twice as depressing as this one was. Also I WILL except flames with relish.
I hereby issue a challenge. All flame's can send there review's directly to me through an email. I will respond to your mail within two days time if I am able with a response for you depending on what your gripe is with the fic. The challenge is t find a problem with the fic that I CAN NOT explain. Let all who dare take up the sword and write to me.
Any comments and criticism is welcome I can be reached at [email protected] [email protected] Just write up the subject of the E-mail as A Tale That Wasn't Right so I don't accidentally delete it. Thank you.
A Tale That Wasn't Right
The Funeral
Written by
Ryan T. Nelson
Until next time...
See You On The Other Side.
Sucks shit don't it? Anyway, of course Shinji refuses to destroy Asuka when she leaves NERV in Unit02. When her Evas activation time runs out he pulls her into his entry plug and he walks off into a nearby forest with her.
They hide from NERV and that night make love in the woods. The next morning Asuka is gone and Shinji finds her standing on the edge of a cliff. A brief conversation ensues. At the end of which Asuka throws herself from the cliff, wanting to die while she is still somewhat of a human being.
Misato barely restrains a heartbroken Shinji from following his love over the cliff. Get your box of tissues ready. I don't mean to brag but I have found that I am VERY good at writing the emotions that just make you want to break down and cry at the hopelessness of the situation. I will continue this epic story where Axel left off. At the same time I will do my best to keep up with the spirit of Axel Terizaki.
Ladies and gentlemen.... I give you...
A Tale That Wasn't Right.
The Funeral.
Shinji Ikari looked out over the cemetery. It was a bright sunny day in Tokyo-3. He could feel the sun beating down on his head and shoulders. Birds could be heard chirping in the trees, a dog was heard barking somewhere in the distance and the laughter of children rang out from a nearby park.
He was disgusted by it. How could the world keep going on like this when his precious love, his Asuka, was dead. The funeral had been over for several hours, and Shinji had not moved from his spot in front of Asukas grave.
Even during the service he had not sat with the rest of the mourners. He had stood right there, and anyone who tried to ask him to move found themselves the target of a furious glare the likes of which even Asuka had never achieved.
He did not even notice the service itself. He was too preoccupied with his last memory of her. In his minds eye he could see her standing on those cliffs, the ocean behind her, her long red hair blowing in the slight breeze. He could smell the salt from the ocean, the scents of the forest behind him and the slight scent of her as it drifted towards him on the wind.
He could hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, a gull in the sky and her last words before she flung herself backward off of the cliff. "I'm sorry Shinji but I have to do it. I don't want you to have to kill me, and... most of all, I want to die while I'm still a human being... farewell, 'Shin-chan'... I loved you too..."
His father, of course, had not been at the service. Shinji's thoughts began to wander and he remembered that moment three days ago when he and Misato had returned from the cliffs upon which his love had left him.
____________________
"Good work Shinji." Gendo said as his son entered the command deck. "The enemy is dead. I see you have finally, 'urk'!" The rest of the commanders sentence was cut short as Shinji rushed him and slammed his elbow into the mans throat.
He pinned the man to the wall and glared at him in anger. Gendos glasses had fallen off of his face in the brief flurry of motion and Shinji found himself staring at a face that was almost a mirror of his own.
Same blue eyes, high cheekbones, strong squared off chin. But the resemblance stopped there. When Shinji spoke his voice came out as a hissing whisper that sent shivers down the spine of all who heard it.
"I did not kill her, and she was NOT our enemy." he hissed. "She sacrificed herself for me and because she chose to die on her own terms! If I EVER hear you refer to her in any way other than one of respect I will personally take great pleasure in killing you." Suddenly Shinji brought one fist back and smashed it into that hated face.
The commander was thrown to the ground by the force of the blow, and as he fell his head struck a corner of one of the instrument panels. Then he fell the rest of the wat to the floor, and there he remained, unconscious. Shinji walked over to one of the technicians.
"How quickly can we have a dive crew at the cliffs?" he asked
"Ahh, fifteen minutes or so."
"Good, do it. I want her body found." He turned to Misato. "Any objections?"
"No. I quite agree with you." she said. She looked at him for a moment taking in his wild appearance. Tired, lifeless eyes. Torn, and dirty plugsuit. Finally her gaze came to rest on his haggard and drawn face. "Shinji why don't you go home? I'll take care of all the necessary arrangements."
____________________
Shinji came back to reality to find that the sun was setting behind him. The warm glow suffused the black marker before him with its radiance. He once again read the inscription that Misato had had placed on it.
Asuka Langley Sohryu
2001-2015
She gave her life for the sake of humanity.
She gave her love to the man that owned her heart.
We will miss you always, our dear Asuka.
May you find the piece in death, that we could not give you in life.
Slowly Shinji sank to his knees, finally allowing himself to cry for the first time since that day on the cliffs. He fell onto his face on the cool grass next to her grave and curled up into the fetal position. The birds had fallen silent, listening to his wails.
He cried out his pain, and torment to the uncaring sky above. His cries were felt by all who heard them. They reached deep into the human soul where they touched upon that center of empathy and understanding. Then they wrenched at it leaving all who heard with a sense of longing, and loss, the likes of which they would never be able to comprehend.
His pain was not a pain of the body, or a pain of the heart. This pain, his pain, was a pain of the soul. His one true love was ripped from his grasp. She died before she could become that which she had gone through so much to fight.
Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. Eventually his screams ceased but he spent several minutes sobbing on the ground. Finally, after several minutes, he dragged his weakened body towards her marker and pressed his lip against it in one final parting kiss for his beloved.
In the midst of his pain, one thought echoed in his mind. She didn't seem scared. When she threw herself from the cliffs she seemed almost... at peace... with her decision.
Then he rose to his feet and began the long walk home. Home, to Misato and Pen-Pen. But it was not REALLY home without... Asuka.
End
All right, hope it was sufficiently sad enough for all of you. I'm sorry about that last part when he kissed Asukas tombstone, I was crying a little myself. Anyway, I had to start this off with a bang. I felt that getting a heart wrenching last moment in there would be just the thing to gain Axel's approval. (Psst, hey. Do you think it worked?)
I know, I didn't exactly keep with the spirit of Axel, which is to say that their were no instances of insane rambling on the part of the author in that entire fic. However due to the serious nature of the fic I thought it would be best if I kept to a more serious tone.
OK right now I do NOT know what I will do for the next part but I will tell you this, I will go into how Shinji is trying to live without Asuka. I think I may actually take this fic all the way up to Third Impact. Maybe after he aborts it Shinji awakes on the beach to find himself reunited with Asuka. That might be a good idea.
Then again I might leave this as a stand alone fic. It all depends on your reviews. Let me know. Do you want me to leave it as it is? Or should I try my hand at it again? Hoping against hope that this brief flurry of emotional force that went into the making of this fic will still be with me for the second chapter.
Please review. I need the feed back. And for every review that I get it will only help me get better at writing. So the next dark fic I write will be twice as depressing as this one was. Also I WILL except flames with relish.
I hereby issue a challenge. All flame's can send there review's directly to me through an email. I will respond to your mail within two days time if I am able with a response for you depending on what your gripe is with the fic. The challenge is t find a problem with the fic that I CAN NOT explain. Let all who dare take up the sword and write to me.
Any comments and criticism is welcome I can be reached at [email protected] [email protected] Just write up the subject of the E-mail as A Tale That Wasn't Right so I don't accidentally delete it. Thank you.
A Tale That Wasn't Right
The Funeral
Written by
Ryan T. Nelson
Until next time...
See You On The Other Side.